Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Somalia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Symarip to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
Sällskapet,
Fela Kuti,
The Real Kids,
Lebanon Hanover,
Technova,
Roger Hodgson,
Pantytec,
The Tremeloes,
the Slits,
Susan Cadogan,
Outsiders,
Sparks,
Jeff Mills,
Reuben Wilson,
The Modern Lovers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Arcadia,
The Five Americans,
Minnie Riperton,
Maleditus Sound,
Colin Newman,
Ossler,
Depeche Mode,
Danielle Patucci,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
John Lydon,
Subhumans,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sixth Finger,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Godley & Creme,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Velvet Underground,
Massinfluence,
Janne Schatter,
Fatback Band,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Morten Harket,
Scan 7,
Yazoo,
Rosa Yemen,
Porter Ricks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Prince Buster,
The Saints,
Hashim,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Star Department,
Sam Rivers,
the Soft Cell,
The Searchers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Crash Course in Science,
Blake Baxter,
Ultimate Spinach,
Excepter,
Public Enemy,
The Slackers,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.